Daisy, Bloomers, Wheel and All
Copyright, 1895, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Charles Shackford.
There's a sporty girl in Harlem, and Daisy is her name;
She's learned to smoke and flirt and punch the bag;
Her father's almost crazy, her mother's gone insane,
But of her actions Daisy seems to brag:
The other day she bought a wheel, she thought she'd make a hit
If dressed in bloomers she would ride Broadway;
From early morn till late at night she practiced every day,
And when her "steady "left that night, she dreamed she heard him say:
Ain't she a
Chorus.
Daisy, Daisy, dressed in bloomers, riding on her wheel:
If Daisy Bell could see you now, how jealous she would feel;
You're in the park, till after dark, each evening when I call;
I love the ground that you ride over, Daisy, bloomers, wheel and all.
Now Daisy has a brother, and he is very swell;
Last week he joined a New York regiment;
He saw her in her bloomers, and watched her ride her wheel.
And told her that he thought her brum was bent:
The regiment her brother joined was out on dress parade,
When Daisy thought that she would take a ride;
The band was gaily playing us she rode through the crowd,
And as she passed the regiment, the soldiers loudly cried:
Ain't she a -chorus.
They were building a new railroad not far from Daisy's house;
The men were working nignts to get it done;
Red lights were out for danger, but Daisy knew the boss,
And thought that she'd ride up there just for fun;
She passed a copper on his beat, her face was wreathed in smiles;
He touched his hat and winked the other eye;
The danger lights were hanging out, which Daisy never saw;
The copper tried to warn her, and he laughed to hear her cry:
Ain't I a
Chorus.
Daisy, Daisy, dressed in bloomers, riding on my wheel;
If Daisy Bell could see me now, how jealous she would feel;
The gang of men were laying tracks, they yelled, "Look out! you'll fall!"
She struck the switch, and in the ditch went Daisy, bloomers, wheel and all.